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CHAPTER 5: THE GREEN MONSTER
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As time passed, Tig's eyes glossed over with sinfully sweet thoughts of Sydney as she slept soundly across his chest - not daring to let himself fall asleep and miss a single second of it. But as his body finally began to relax under her touch, he was quickly reminded of his trying predicament when she murmured lightly in her sleep and adjusted her leg - which pushed against his still hard cock.
Every single voice that echoed in his head began to wrestle with one another - not wanting to bear the thought of cutting this moment short, wondering what would happen when she woke up, hoping that she would remember wanting him in bed with her... But through the mental tug of war, he quickly realized that hope was too thin of a veil to rely on with a risk as high as her thinking that he had taken advantage of her.
He squeezed his eyes shut as he begrudgingly prepared himself to break one of the most peaceful moments that he'd experienced in years, knowing that it wasn't worth the possibility of losing whatever it was that they had - also knowing that he wouldn't physically be able to handle another one of her moans.
He placed his hands on her arms, squeezing lightly to alert her senses before he slid them down his chest. He grimaced as he held his breath at the inadvertent shiver that he'd caused himself - gently pushing her bare thigh off of him, but that only caused another... Her skin was so smooth, sending shocks of electricity through him as he forced himself to twist his body out from under her.
Once he was in the clear, he got to his feet and rounded the bed to the side that she was sleeping on where he tucked her under the covers properly - kissing her on the forehead before quickly pulling away when she moved under his gentle touch, eventually slumping over onto her side. He breathed a sigh of relief that was interrupted by a nervous chuckle tickling the back of his throat - quickly grabbing a pillow from his now empty side of the bed and curling up on the floor next to her so that he could rid his guilty conscience of the fear of being caught.
Sydney had gained enough consciousness to know that Tig had moved to the floor, feeling a deep pit forming in her stomach - and it wasn't from the alcohol. She laid in the dark, listening to his labored breathing as she cursed herself for drinking too much while his words played over and over in her mind- all of the thoughts of what tonight could've been flooding in and washing away any trace of intoxication. She had never been denied like this before - Happy aside. She wanted him more than anything that she had ever wanted in her entire life, maybe even more than she wanted to be a Son...
"Are you mad at me, Tiggy?" She breathed out in a small voice.
Tig felt a pang in his heart when he heard the sadness in her sweet lilt. "Never, babygirl." He told her sincerely as he reached up to grab her delicate hand from where it was dangling off of the bed - pulling it down gently to his lips.
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Tig awoke the next morning to realize that he was still holding Sydney's hand - neither of them having let go during the night. He felt his heart skip a beat, smiling as he gave it a small squeeze before getting up as quietly as possible where he gathered some clothes and ducked into the bathroom to get ready for the day before slipping out to the kitchen to get her some Advil and water - knowing that she would be needing it. As he carefully closed the door quietly behind him, he turned around to see that he was cornered by Gemma and her all-knowing stare.
"She left her keys at your house. I slept on the floor." He explained with his hands in the air.
Gemma nodded slowly as she looked over the sleazy man for any telltale signs that he was lying - eventually tossing him Sydney's keys when she came up with nothing.
"Hey man, church." Jax nodded to Tig as he exited his dorm, clapping the Sergeant's shoulder.
Tig re-entered the room quietly - setting the two extra-strength Advil tablets and giant glass of water down on the nightstand, and placing her keys on top of her dress that he had folded and placed on the armchair which finally caused her to wake from her deep sleep.
Sydney snapped her eyes shut the second that they opened - clutching her forehead with a groan as the pounding in her head started instantly.
"Mornin', sunshine. Headache?" He laughed.
"Mhmm." She whined dramatically.
Tig sat down on the edge of the bed, handing her the pills and water as soon as she sat up. "Feel okay?" He asked wearily as she looked around his room slowly, taking in her surroundings.
"Waking up to that face? How could I not be?" She grinned, watching the genuine happiness light up his face before he could cover it with a casual chuckle.
Tig was relieved that she didn't seem to be upset by waking up in his bed - whether she remembered getting there, or not - but relief suddenly became the last thing on his mind as his eyes fell to her chest where he could make out the same indentations of piercings on her hard nipples that had intrigued him before...
Sydney scowled slightly, looking down at the thin white shirt that she'd been dressed in to see that though her mind hadn't quite caught up - the short interaction already had her body pulsing for him. "You didn't have to leave the bed you know." She told him with a raised brow as everything from the night before started to come back to her.
"Trust me, darlin'... I did." He scoffed.
"Are you sure that you didn't take advantage of me, Sergeant?" She mused playfully.
Tig was a bit surprised at first, but quickly realized that he shouldn't have expected anything else from her. "Let's get this straight, pussycat - if I fucked you, you would know." He recovered, turning the tables in a way that surprised her, as well.
Sydney could see the satisfaction on his face when his words made her twitch. She let a smile of amusement go - raising her brow in challenge as she turned her attention to swallowing the much-needed painkillers. "Nah, don't worry. I don't forget shit the morning after... A blessing and a curse." She snickered.
"So, you remember... Everything?" Tig's entire body immediately stiffened. He was relieved to hear that everything she had said, she'd meant - but that also meant that she had meant everything that she'd said...
"Uh-huh." She nodded. "Other than a fuzzy twenty minutes between dances, I remember everything. Every shot, every conversation..." She mused slowly, nodding her head knowingly as she watched him ponder what exactly that meant for him, when their thoughts were interrupted by Juice swinging open the door.
"Hey man we got chu-" He looked up to see that the Sergeant was not alone. "Oh... Hh... Hey Syd-. Hey Sydney." He stuttered at the highly anticipated, but very unexpected sight.
"You don't fuckin' knock, man?" Tig scolded.
"Uh sorry, I didn't realize..."
"Morning, Juicey Fruit." Sydney greeted in a sickly sweet voice. "Tiggy'll be there in a minute. Now would you mind closing the door? I need to get dressed." She winked, watching his face go pale.
Tig sat wide-eyed, mouth agape, and brows furrowed as he watched the devilish smile spread across her face. "You know he's gonna go tell everyone, right?" He asked incredulously.
"I know." She cocked her eyebrows.
Tig chuckled humourlessly, shaking his head as he looked down to his boots before sucking in a deep breath as he worked up the courage to look back up at her. "Why you gotta be such a goddamn cocktease, huh?"
Sydney snorted in response - a cocky smile pulling at the corner of her mouth before she slowly rose to her knees, leaning closer to where he looked terrified as she began trailing her index finger up his inner thigh.
Tig flinched under her tantalizing touch - hardening instantly as his mind tried to make sense of what he had provoked; what he had even been trying to provoke.
"Why does your cock gotta be so goddamn fun to tease?" She retorted, those seductive green eyes flicking down to his crotch, then back up to his eyes before ripping her hand away. "You don't want your cock teased? You should've taken me last night when I asked." Her tone was low, bitter, and laced with challenge.
That did it for him. Before Sydney knew it, she was on her back with her wrists pinned above her head, and his face inches from hers. "I've about had it with you running that pretty little mouth." He growled. "I have every intention of fucking you, Princess. So you might wanna think about droppin' the attitude, before it gets you into somethin' that you can't handle." He warned.
Sydney's face was radiant with both shock, and excitement - unable to hide the bright red blush across her cheeks as she felt her entire body burst into flames below him. "How about you let me be the judge of what I can and can't handle." She arched her back up off of the bed.
Tig glared at her for a few seconds as she pressed her tits against his chest, chuckling when she didn't let up - releasing his grip and beginning to sit up.
"You know..." Sydney began once the pressure on her wrists decreased, flipping them as he pulled his hands away - grabbing his wrists now. "I seem to remember giving you a key to my house - works on the front door just as good as mine does." She told him as she sat up, reversing the rolls as she pressed her weight against him slowly, forcing him onto his back.
Tig was frozen both physically and mentally as he realized that she was right - as soon as the thought of her in his bed had entered his mind, the thought that he had a key hadn't even crossed it.
Sydney half straddled him with a knee pressing against his thigh, smirking as he looked down at her bottomless lower half. "I'll let you think about how I should thank you for lookin' after me last night." She whispered into his ear, brushing her lips along his jaw as she stood up.
"You are gonna be the death of me, you know that?" He mused after a few seconds of regaining control over his brain, getting to his feet as well.
"Hell of a way to go." She winked.
"Gem's here - gonna take you to pick up your car whenever you're ready." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, your hair things are over there." He pointed to the pile of silver hair pins on his dresser.
Sydney chortled when he tried to change the subject, feeling a jolt in her heart as she remembered the feeling of him delicately letting her hair down. That was when an idea came to her... It was even ballsier than her other bouts this morning, but she didn't care - his self-control was starting to get under her skin. If he wasn't going to make the move, she was going to make sure that he suffered.
She turned away from him, making to grab her dress off of the chair before stretching her arms above her head - the hem of his shirt rising up and fully revealing her ass. She looked over her shoulder to see his eyes wide, dropping her arms back to her sides and furrowing her brows - appearing thoroughly confused by his reaction.
"Oh!" She feigned realization, pulling the shirt over her head and tossing it to him - leaving her top half completely bare.
Tig felt the shirt hit him in the face and fall to the floor without a flinch as that smitten, lost puppy-dog look that had taken up permanent residence on his face ever since he laid his eyes on her, became even more exaggerated than usual.
She smirked at him before walking towards the bathroom, stopping in the doorway to look over her shoulder at him where he stood frozen in the middle of the room. "And you say that I'm the tease." She scoffed, closing door where she waited for him to leave, unable to help herself from chuckling when it took him a good five minutes to snap himself out of the trance before making his way to the chapel. She quickly slipped back into her dress once he'd left, hoping to catch Gemma before church could let out. She knew that she'd brought the harassment on herself - but she at least wanted the hangover to subside first.
She staggered out of Tig's room, trying to compose herself on the short walk before she had to face the questions of The Queen, when suddenly she was yanked into a nearby room by her elbow.
"The hell you doin', girl?"
"What the fuck, Hap?" She wrenched her arm away. The San Bernardino girl was no foreigner to the wrath of Happy Lowman, but just because the sneak attack didn't startle her didn't mean that it didn't piss her off. She felt like shit, and the whole point of leaving after church had started was to avoid being questioned.
"You heard me. Since when do you fuck brothers?" Happy had been fairly certain that nothing had actually happened between her and Tig - but she had openly admitted to wanting to sleep with the Redwood Sergeant, and he was determined to get to the bottom of it.
"Since there was a brother that I wanted to fuck." The frustration in her tone turned playful once she saw his anger over the foreign subject. "Why? You jealous?" A cocky smirk played on her lips.
"He touch you?" He growled, seething once he realized that maybe something had happened, after all.
"When did you start thinkin' that I'm so easy to take advantage of, Killer?" She questioned with a tilt of her head.
"That ain't an answer." He shook his head as his coal coloured eyes bore into her.
"You would've heard if I fucked him." She rolled her eyes, turning to walk away.
"Sydney." His cold command drew her attention back to him. "They ain't like the pussies back home - they ain't known you since you were a baby. You gotta earn the way you get treated here, or they'll tear that ass up."
Sydney knew that his point was valid, and that he was just looking out for her best interest, but her motives being questioned was never something that she'd taken lightly, and she wasn't about to start now - especially while she was hungover.
"Happy... Are you entirely forgetting who you're talking to?" She stepped up to him. "I'm just having a little fun - anyone who wants to treat me less than what we both know I deserve, will learn not to. Especially since I have you here." She smiled smugly before taking back off down the hallway, happy to find Gemma at the bar as the chapel doors remained closed.
"Not now, Gem." She chuckled with a shake of her head once she was met with Gemma's infamous stare.
After the relatively low-key ride home which consisted of exactly what Sydney had expected: Gemma teasing her, her denying that anything happened, Gemma telling her that she was full of shit - she threw herself into a hot shower, needing some serious time to herself to process the night's events. She closed her eyes, letting herself melt under the soothing hot water which calmed her aching body, pounding head, and raging sex drive. She had to admit that she was kind of surprised that Tig had turned her down, but at the same time she was glad, because it confirmed what she had suspected all along; that he respected her, and he wanted her for more than just one night.
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"Hey, shithead!" Clay's booming voice knocked Tig out of his thoughts - along with the smack that was delivered to the side of his head.
"Yeah, man." He shook his head, trying to refocus as he sat at the table with his heavily hungover brothers as Clay explained that he had managed to buy them some more time with Laroy, his mind wandering back off as he recounted the events of the past sixteen hours.
"Doesn't have anything to do with everyone's favorite blonde in your bed right now, does it?" The President raised a brow at his weasel of a Sergeant.
Tig shot Juice a look, which made everyone laugh even though he didn't find a single thing about the disrespect towards Sydney, to be funny. But he couldn't help but notice the sour look on Jax's face - deciding that he would let himself take this victory. Plus, he couldn't deny that he loved the way that Clay referred to her as 'everyone's favorite blonde'. Everyone's favorite blonde in his bed. Everyone's favorite blonde wanted him. Everyone's favorite blonde had begged him to fuck her last night.
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Sydney walked out of the clubhouse and across the lot, soaking up every bit of Wednesday evening sun that hit her exposed skin in the blue sundress that she wore as she bounded towards the garage. Gemma had asked her to stay after her office shift to help set up the umbrellas on top of the picnic tables around the compound as they rolled into the summer season. Sydney had figured that it was just another one of her ploys to guarantee some face-time so that she could hound her about Tig - which she had experienced a lot of since the wedding - seeing that The Matriarch had a compound fullof able-bodied men that could easily take care of the physical labour. But she didn't mind, she had some time to kill before Gemma would be back and she knew exactly what she was going to kill it with.
"Heard you boys needed some cheerin' up." She called to Tig and Chibs who had been working on a particularly stubborn car for the better part of the week - holding out two, ice-cold beers.
Tig turned away from the dirty engine, his brain short-circuiting when his eyes landed on Sydney as the sun beat down behind her, creating an angelic glow against her tanned skin and loose curls that bounced in time with her footsteps. He immediately turned back to the car, needing something to distract his racing mind and hardening dick.
"Now ain't this a nice surprise!" Chibs exclaimed as he pulled Sydney into a side hug and kissed her cheek.
Sydney hadn't seen Tig much since the wedding, and she could tell right away that he was trying to keep himself occupied - but she had other plans. She walked over to him, dragging her nails over his abdomen while his focus was attuned to the disassembled engine below him, smirking sadistically as he flinched.
"You ignoring me, Tiggy?" She frowned. Things hadn't necessarily been awkward between them, but they were both a little weary of exactly how to move forward.
Tig couldn't hold back his smile when he heard the exaggerated pout in her voice, grabbing the towel that was slung over the raised hood of the car and wiping the grime off of his hands. "Of course not, doll." He smirked, pulling her into a hug - feeling her shiver when his hand touched her bare shoulder. "The bar offerin' delivery now?" He accepted the beer from her with a smirk.
"Waiting for Gem, thought I'd come make sure that the ol' Impala hadn't fucked you guys around too hard." She chuckled.
"It couldn't fuck us old bastards even if it tried, Lass." Chibs gestured between himself and Tig with a raised brow.
"I know that I'd spend my whole day fucking you old bastards if I could." She gave the men a lazy once over, watching them stare at each other with widened eyes as they tried to figure out if she was being serious or not.
The thick tension in the air was cut by the screeching of chains along the pavement as Juice and Half-Sack pulled into the lot in the tow truck which carried a Corolla that had been improperly loaded as one wheel hung off of the bed.
"Fucking Christ!" Chibs yelled as he ran out of the garage towards the two younger men.
Tig and Sydney both laughed as they heard the Scotsman cursing like a sailor once he reached them. "You should go help them." She nodded towards the disaster just feet away from them.
"They can take care of it without me." Tig shrugged. He wasn't one to do more work than needed.
"You mean like I have to do?" She tilted her head, staring deep into his eyes. Tig froze, looking back at her like a deer in the headlights - knowing that the innocence in her voice was anything but.
"What's wrong, Sergeant?" She stepped up to him, pressing her body against his - her eyes flicking from his chest, to his lips. "You afraid that I'll show you the time of your life and your little whores won't be able to satisfy you anymore?" Her tone was low, seductive, and dangerous.
Tig couldn't form a coherent response, shocked yet again as she pulled away and looked him up and down disapprovingly. "That's what I thought." She scoffed before turning away.
He gripped her arm, roughly pulling her back to him where he backed her against the car - pressing against her hard enough that he could feel the pounding of her heart. "Not even close, dollface. We're past the point of them not being able to satisfy me." He felt her chest beginning to heave beneath his, cocking his head back and chuckling low as the heat behind her cheeks became as evident as the lust in her eyes. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her against him harshly where he pressed his lips against her temple. "Now let me get back to work." He spoke through gritted teeth.
Sydney was convinced that Gemma was doing God's work as she pulled into her parking spot at that exact moment, providing the escape that she so desperately needed - smiling devilishly at him before taking off.
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Half of the table umbrellas had been successfully installed, and Sydney had managed to evade Gemma's never-ending questions when suddenly the pole that they were working on, snapped.
"Shit..." Gemma cursed. "Would you mind checking up on the roof? I think we have some spares up there."
"Yeah, sure." Sydney nodded, walking off towards the ladder and beginning the journey up to the roof - taking caution as her white cork wedges weren't exactly climbing shoes.
"Hey, Tigger!" Gemma called him over after watching his eyes affix themselves to Sydney as she crossed the compound.
"What's up, Gem?" He jogged over.
Gemma just pursed her lips and nodded her head in Sydney's direction. "You're different since she got here - you care about her." She observed.
Tig didn't say anything. He had no idea how to answer the question - knowing that a million more would follow - but he definitely didn't deny it.
"You wanna tell me somethin'?" She raised a brow impatiently.
"Nothin' to tell." He shook his head with a shrug, remaining tight lipped about the feelings that he was still struggling to wrap his head around.
"Not what I hear around here." She scoffed.
"Haven't fucked her." Tig stiffened defensively, his face falling when he realized that by attempting to close one door, he'd inadvertently swung another one wide open.
As much as she liked to tease Sydney about her dishonesty, Gemma had figured as much. She was confident that Sydney would've told her if something actually had happened, but it was still shocking to hear coming from the mouth of the infamous Tig Trager.
"You two spend every day together, you're at her house all the time, you drink together, she sleeps in your bed. You gonna stand there and tell me you haven't fucked her?" She scoffed again, hoping to squeeze him for as much information as she could.
"She does the same shit with Hap, why should it be any different for me?" But there was a bite in his tone as he recounted the few times that Sydney had crashed in Happy's dorm - something that she was clearly comfortable doing...
It was Sydney's first night drinking in the SAMCRO clubhouse after her Saturday night bar shift, showing these men just what she was made of. She and Tig were absolutely sloshed after multiple drinking games - including one that they had made up on the spot called 'who can chug the most Jameson in one go' - still standing as most of the other guys had passed out or paired off with their croweaters for the night.
"No, no, no. There's no goddamn way that you can drink this much and not have super powers. You're like, a buck twenty at best." Tig slurred, shocked with how easily she had managed to keep up with him - a seasoned vet. He'd thought that swinging her around in circles to the popular Fleetwood Mac song surely would've rattled her stomach enough to slow her down, but she was showing no signs of stopping.
"You aint seen nothin', Tiger." She nodded in circles, making herself dizzy as she almost fell out of her chair - hysterically laughing with Tig as he steadied her.
"You are so gonna pass out before me." He mused with heavy eyes.
"I don't think so." She drew out, wagging her finger at him.
"Tell ya what." He sat back down. "Whoever can do more body shots off the other person wins." He grinned with that signature glint in his eye.
"You're on." She nodded with a dirty smirk. "Strip, Sergeant."
"Come, little girl." A voice came from behind them as Sydney felt herself being pulled out of her seat by her elbow before Tig could even properly locate the buttons on his shirt, quickly recognizing the grip of Happy before she even turned around.
"You gonna be sayin' that later." Sydney laughed at her own joke before letting out a dramatic sigh when he didn't let up on his grip or his stoic expression. "Why can't you ever ask nicely, Hap?" She whined, pulling her arm away.
The bald man just rolled his eyes. "We both know you ain't gonna do shit if I ask nice." He reached out for her elbow again
"Mmm, you know I like it rough." She cooed at him, earning a proper silent warning this time as he narrowed his eyes at her.
"Come on, Hap. Why you gotta be such a party pooper?" Tig whined.
"You'll end up dead if she keeps going." Sydney smirked proudly. "Lets go." He nodded, growing impatient as Sydney made no effort to move from her spot.
"Don't you got crows to go take care of, Hap? Princess can stay in my room, I'll take care of her." Tig grinned.
"I don't take care of them." Happy growled and took off with Sydney in tow, practically yanking her out of her seat as she laughed at him .
But as quick as the smile had formed on Sydney's face, it faded as a pit hollowed out her stomach when she glanced back at Tig. She didn't understand why she suddenly felt guilty for going to bed with Happy the way that she had almost her whole life, especially when she knew that there wasn't even anything to feel guilty about.
Even on the verge of blacking out, Tig still felt a pang of jealousy in his chest as he watched her go to bed with another man, but that pang turned into confusion as he saw the look that she gave him - a look that was almost apologetic...
"I was thinking that you forgot about me, Tiggy." He glanced up to see a hand on his thigh, trailing his eyes up the bony arm to see Cheryl after a few seconds of trying to focus his eyes - his face falling into an instant grimace.
"Get off me." He shoved her hand away and stumbled to his room, passing out just in front of his door.
"Hap, slow down, my feet hurt." Sydney whined as Happy dragged her through the crowd of unconscious bodies and down the hallway.
"Wouldn't hurt if you didn't dance like a whore." He smirked as he unlocked his door.
"It's not my fault that these girls needed a lesson." She stumbled across the room, managing to yank off her five-inch stilettos without falling.
"VP didn't need a lesson."
Sydney smirked as she thought back to the shock that she'd elicited from everyone just hours earlier when she'd shoved Jax into a chair and showed him just how much he was missing out on. "Collateral damage... He didn't seem to mind." She shrugged.
"No guy would mind a lapdance." Happy argued weakly, knowing full well that there was not a single girl in Charming who could shake her ass the way that Sydney could.
"Don't even try, Hap. We both know you can't wait for your birthday lapdance." She giggled uncontrollably now.
"Enough." Happy growled, but a smirk played on his lips as he shoved a pair of pyjamas into her chest before spinning her around and nudging her towards the bathroom.
"Uh-uh." She pouted.
"Girl." He warned, initiating a stare down - he was tired, wanted to sleep, and he'd had enough of her antics for one night.
Sydney only lasted about ten seconds due to her drooping, heavy eyelids. "Fine." She relented but didn't move until Happy grunted in response, rolling her eyes as she made her way into the bathroom.
Happy was in bed by the time that she got out, laying on his back with the lamp on. She crawled into bed beside him, looking up at him with those glossy, innocent eyes before he got the hint - sighing and lifting his arm so she could cuddle into his side. She chuckled, peering up at him knowingly through her eyelashes.
"Go to sleep, little girl." He grumbled with his eyes closed, reaching over to turn off the lamp before she could see the ghost of a smirk across his lips.
Sydney chuckled as she caught the lines in his face softening before the room went dark, starting to nod her off quickly. "I missed you, Hap." She said quietly, drifting off as she felt his lips on top of her head.
"I missed you, Princess."
"Sweetheart... She don't look at Hap the way that she looks at you." Gemma noted the unexpected softness behind his eyes. "But somethin' tells me that you already know that..." She added with a smirk.
"I haven't fucked her." He confirmed, dropping his shoulders with a nod.
"Well, shit." She scoffed, widening her eyes knowingly. "You really care about her."
Gemma's simple words seemed to put everything into perspective for Tig. He had been wrestling nonstop with each and every feeling and impulse that he'd had towards Sydney, but the easy words of The Matriarch made him realize the simple fact; that he did care about her. He hadn't brought himself to sleep with her yet not because he didn't know if he wanted more, but because he wanted to be sure that she did - and that was something that he hadn't felt in decades.
After slipping and sliding on the metal rungs, Sydney finally reached the top of the ladder safely. She spun around slowly once she was on the roof, taking in the view of the small town that sat nestled in the rolling California hills, from the higher altitude.
"Nice up here, huh?" She whipped her head around to see Tig standing with his hands on his hips as he too admired the view - but not of the town - while those beautiful eyes squinted against the sun.
"Sure is." She said dreamily as she looked over him, snapping out of it and returning to the task at hand where she walked over to grab one of the poles that sat along the wall.
"I got it, darlin'." Tig leaned over her, grabbing the pole out of her hands as the stubble on his chin grazed her bare shoulder and sent shivers down her spine before heading back to the ladder.
Sydney made the conscious decision to slip her shoes off this time, starting down the ladder after him and following his glacial pace. She felt her brows crinkle as she curled her toes around the cold metal where she was forced to stay in place - even with a pole in one hand, it seemed that he was taking much longer than he should've been. She shut her eyes, inhaling sharply once she realized that she'd somehow let it slip past her - he had gone first so that he could look up her dress.
She peered down at him just before he could pull his eyes away in time. "Enjoying the view?" She called down to him, gritting her teeth in an attempt to stifle the grin that was threatening to spread across her face.
Tig chuckled, saying nothing before he felt the top of her foot under his chin, tilting his head back up. His crystal blue orbs went wide as she held him in place for a few seconds, giving him the eyeful of her lacy white thong that he'd been trying to steal - giggling before moving her foot to the top of his head and shoving him down the ladder.
"Keep givin' me tastes, I'm gonna keep wantin' more..." He shook his head with a shrug, peering back up at her.
"Guess I should skip panties next time then, huh?"
Tig grinned to himself as he felt the familiar warmth in his chest, finally making his way down the rest of the ladder. Once he reached the bottom, he immediately dropped the pole to the ground with a clang, grabbing her hips and spinning her around in his arms where he carried her to the nearest picnic table.
Sydney looked at him curiously as he set her down and grabbed her wedges from her. "Could be glass on the ground, doll." He told her simply as he crouched down and began unbuckling the strappy shoes.
She leaned back onto her forearms, lifting her leg for him slightly as the butterflies in her stomach swarmed under the anticipation of his hands on her. He slid the left one on first, carefully buckling it so that it was tight around her ankle - but not too tight. He was gentle, and his movements were slow as he eased her leg down and lifted the other, each graze of his calloused fingers sending a shock through her body.
Tig was doing all of this on purpose, of course - his own senses shorting out each time that he stroked her soft skin. But he felt his movements falter as he caught sight of the little happy face tattoo that sat on the top of her right foot - the little happy face tattoo that looked a lot like the ones that littered Happy's abs. He wondered what the significance was, knowing that it obviously had to have something to do with the stone-faced Nomad, but he wasn't quite sure what. Surely it couldn't mean the same thing that Happy's tattoos meant...
Sydney lifted her left foot when she realized what had caught his attention, slowly dragging it up his thigh, over his waist, and reaching his chest as she effectively drew his eyes back to hers.
Tig froze, looking up at her slowly as his grip tightened around her ankle once he saw that look in her eye as she bit her lip... His hand slid up her calf, over the back of her knee, and crept up her thigh as he got to his feet and leaned into her.
This was it. Sydney closed her eyes, inhaling his intoxicating scent as she waited for his lips to meet hers.
"Hey, come on!" Gemma yelled with an obnoxious clap of her hands, successfully halting the long awaited embrace.
Sydney's eyes cracked open as Tig slowly turned to face Gemma, then turned back to where he could feel her muscles tensing. He smirked, dragging his hand back down the way that it came as he pulled back, winking at her before grabbing the pole and walking back over to Gemma.
Sydney had known that he'd been holding back in their little chase, but now they'd entered new territory. With sexual frustration this high, she was realizing that accepting defeat was becoming a very real possibility.
Tig retired to his dorm after the close encounter. He shrugged out of his TM shirt, ordered some pizza, and sprawled out on his bed - turning on the TV where he flipped through the channels in an attempt to find something to take his mind off of his rock hard dick, but instead he found the opposite. His thumb stilled, hovering above the button on the remote as he landed on an XXX special - girl on girl. Not the worst thing in the damn world, he chuckled to himself - figuring that releasing some tension could be helpful if they were going to keep this up. Maybe after this, his urges wouldn't have him feeling like such a lightweight.
He usually hated masturbating - that was what the crows were around for - but he had condemned himself to it since Sydney had arrived in town. He unzipped his jeans, freeing his erection and giving it a few lazy strokes as he tried to pay attention to the naked girls on the TV, but once again, she took over every single one of his thoughts.
"Uh... Delivery for a 'Mr. Trager'?" Sydney heard a nervous voice behind her as she held the pole steady while Gemma stretched the fabric across the spokes, turning to see a young boy - couldn't be older than sixteen - trembling with a pizza in hand. She chuckled as an idea came to mind...
"Sack!" She yelled across the lot, her voice going shockingly loud, earning a brow-raise from Gemma.
Half-Sack ran over, immediately grabbing the pizza from the kid and beginning to jog towards the clubhouse to deliver the Sergeant his meal.
"Nah." Sydney stopped him. "Come help Gem." She nodded, watching Gemma's brow raise higher. She just smirked, grabbing the pizza before she curtsied mockingly to The Queen and waltzed towards the clubhouse.
Tig's fantasies were interrupted by a loud pounding at his door, listening to the slab of oak rattle on the hinges with no sign of stopping. "I'm coming, dammit!" He inhaled sharply as he muted the TV, zipping up his pants before yanking the door open to see who he had pissed off this time - surprise hitting his face when he was met with Sydney's innocent smile and theatrical presentation of his dinner.
"Oh, uh - thanks, doll." He chuckled nervously. "Didn't know it was you." He took the pizza from her outstretched hand and set it down on the TV stand next to the door.
"Gotta keep ya guessin', Tiggy." She teased, peeking inside his room. "Occupying ourselves, are we?" She raised a brow as she nodded behind him.
Tig had assumed that she'd been referring to the multiple bottles of whiskey that he had lining his dresser along the back wall, but he felt his entire body go rigid as the worst possible scenario played out in front of him once he realized that she was actually nodding to the mirror above the dresser, which was reflecting the TV that he hadn't thought to turn off.
Sydney fought the laugh bubbling in her chest as she watched embarrassment inhabit itself in every ounce of his being. "Just so you know..." She smirked lazily as she began to turn around, not lowering her brow. "The Saffron Sisters are better." She tutted her tongue. "You should really get olives next time!" She called over her shoulder as she strutted down the hallway.
A few minutes later, the smell of the pizza finally managed to pull Tig out of his haze of shock and confusion - chuckling when he opened the box to see that she had taken a slice.
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After completing all of Gemma's physical demands, Sydney had decided that she would stick around the clubhouse for the evening. A few Tacoma guys were passing through, and had taken the opportunity to stop for a drink with their California brothers - making more of a party out of the usual Wednesday night. But Sydney knew that the visiting charter had nothing to do with her wanting to stay...
"Enjoy your dinner?" Tig joked in her ear as he came up behind her, placing his hands on her sides where she stood at the bar.
Sydney shivered, tilting her head back as she leaned into his touch where she allowed her eyes to fall closed, and a shaky moan to escape her lips slightly in an extra attempt to help finally push him over the edge
"Wasn't really filling enough." She smirked at her own innuendo. "Would've been better if I got dessert." She lazily licked her lips while he stood with his mouth still at her ear - winking as she grabbed her beer and squeezed his bicep, trailing her hand down his arm as she made her way to the dance floor.
Sydney danced casually with some crows and hangarounds to a few songs when she noticed Tig eyeing her up from the couch - as usual, but the unusual set of eyes on her were those of a Tacoma man standing at the bar. He was young, toned, and had sandy blonde hair - not at all her type. Her type was a certain tall, dark, and handsome Sergeant with piercing blue eyes, but she could definitely use this one to her advantage.
"Haven't seen you around before." She mused as she walked up to the mystery man, leaning against the bar.
Tig's heart sank from where he sat across the room as she chatted up Tacoma's newest member, twirling her necklace around her finger the way that she did she when talked to him. He clenched his jaw, knowing that he wouldn't be able to watch much longer before stepping in - he would be damned if he lost her to someone else, especially after he had gotten so close.
"New patch. Eric." Blondie took her hand and lifted it up to his lips.
"Sydney." She smiled sweetly as she felt Tig's eyes burning into her, turning her back to him as Eric ordered drinks for the two of them.
Sydney felt Eric's hand snake around her back as the croweater manning the bar placed the open bottles in front of them - which was when Tig finally stood up, but she didn't notice. "Have a good night, love." She winked to the sucker of a man before grabbing both beers and making her way to Tig who had quickly sat himself back down.
"For my favorite man..." She offered him one of Eric's beers where he sat on the couch next to a very drunk Chibs who was face down in a croweater. "Courtesy of my new least favorite man." She glanced over at the fuming visitor.
Tig immediately felt himself relax, his obnoxious laugh escaping his lips less confidently as he recovered from the close call - forcing the anxiety to leave his body, and pride to take its place.
"Aye, Princess!" Chibs hollered, raising his head out of the woman's legs.
"Don't let me interrupt your dinner, Chibby." She winked, patting him on the shoulder as she pushed him back down with a dirty smirk.
Tig watched her with a dangerous intrigue - only able to stop himself from slipping into his daydreams when he realized that she was standing above him expectantly.
"Sorry, doll. Old man's takin' up the whole couch." He made a show of trying to move over for her to sit down.
"Ain't it rude not to offer your seat to a lady?" She asked with squinted eyes and a hand on her hip.
"Baby, you couldn't handle the seat I'd offer." He scoffed with a cocky smirk.
"You're letting me be the judge of what I can handle, Sergeant. Remember?" She mused. "Now, what seat you offerin'?" She asked with a dirty smile.
Tig hesitated, trying to decide how far he wanted to go with his answer, but figuring that he would play it safe as he patted his knee with a grin.
"Shame." She pursed her lips, bringing her hand up to gently caress his face. "This is the seat I was hoping for." She pushed his head back and dragged her fingers down his face playfully. "But this'll do... For now." She put her hand on his shoulder and snaked her arm around his neck as she sat down on his lap and swung her feet up to use Chibs' back as a footrest.
Tig grinned, resting his hand on her knee where he held onto his beer - pressing the ice-cold bottle against her skin to torment her, earning a glare as she feebly tried to hide her crinkling face.
"Comfortable?" He smirked, but it quickly turned to a grimace once he realized that making her squirm in his lap was not going to do his aching dick any favors as she jolted when he placed the bottle in a new spot on her leg, grabbing her hip to still her agonizing movements.
"Comfortable?" She asked sweetly as her lips curled up, feeling him squeeze her hip even tighter before he regained his composure.
The two sat in silence, listening to the crow moan while Sydney rubbed her foot along Chibs' back. Tig smiled proudly once again as she handled what could've been a very awkward situation - knowing any other girl would've been beyond uncomfortable, but Sydney seemed to be enjoying it just as much as he was...
"Mmm, this is turning me on." She moaned, feeling his dick twitch under her leg and his grip tighten on her again, giggling sadistically before taking a swig of her beer.
"Tacoma cowboy keeps lookin' your way." He found a quick distraction, unable to keep the bitterness from his voice.
"You a little jealous, Tiggy?" She cooed as she cupped his jaw tauntingly.
Tig scoffed, leaning into her ear. "Maybe." He growled.
Sydney smiled, holding her mischievous gaze on him. "I woulda thought that you'd be into the jealousy thing." She quizzed casually - her suspicion confirmed by the loaded glance that he gave her. "Don't worry, he's too innocent for me. I'd tear the poor kid apart."
"Would you tear me apart?" She felt his fingers curl tighter around her hip.
"Mmm, Sergeant..." Her eyes were pinned to his lips before they flicked back up to meet his. "I'd love to tear you apart." She said low and seductive, turning on the bedroom eyes as she gave him a dirty smile.
There was only one thing that could make Tig pull his eyes away from her right now, and that was revenge - locking eyes with Eric who was looking straight at them. "You're gonna give him somethin' to look at." He told her as he patted her leg, not breaking eye contact with the younger man before pushing her up off of him.
Sydney's forehead creased as she searched his face for an explanation, but the shit-eating grin that she was met with was a telltale sign that her time had come to pay the piper for losing their game at Bobby's wedding. "What am I gonna do?" She sighed.
Tig glanced over at Juice who was seated in a chair by the pool table, getting a lap dance from a croweater.
"Him or you?" She asked with a smirk - she knew the answer, but she also knew the reaction that the question would produce.
Tig scoffed. "You think I'm gonna use my reward to get another dude a lap dance with my girl? Not a chance, darlin'. I've seen enough of that." His demeanour was playful, but the jealousy was laced through his tone.
She pursed her lips as she stifled a smirk, walking over to the bar where she stood directly beside Eric, asking the croweater to play a good beat. The brunette smirked when she recognized the look on Sydney's face, tossing her a wink after glancing at Tig on the couch.
Tig watched - a little more amused than he should've been - as Eric stared Sydney down before she looked up at him and winked, sauntering back over to the couch where she leant forward and placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back to give him a clear view of her cleavage.
"He lookin'?" She questioned in his ear. Tig nodded with his eyes glued to her chest - he didn't have a clue if the prick was looking or not.
Sydney smiled her devilish smile - one that he returned as she slowly ground her chest against his. She quickly realized that this wasn't just about Eric though - catching the smug smirk and fiery gaze that he threw Jax's way.
"You still hung up over that?" She asked in a mock-pout, ghosting her fingers across his jaw and turning his attention back to her.
Tig raised his eyebrows almost in challenge, but she didn't back down - keeping him under her demanding gaze before pushing off of him and doing a seductive spin, turning back to him and running her hands up his chest as she lifted one leg to straddle him. He quickly grabbed the other, pulling her into his lap and dropping his hands as soon as she was steady, but she was quick to bring them back up to rest atop her bare thighs - his touch sending a wave of electricity through her.
"I didn't let Jax touch me." She said breathily as she leaned into his neck, her lips against his skin - smirking when she felt him shudder beneath her.
"Thought you weren't supposed to touch the dancers." He protested weakly.
"I'll make an exception just for you, Sergeant." She whispered, looking down at him with her chest pressed against his. She was doing everything that she could to dissociate herself mentally from what was happening physically, because she could feel herself getting wet as she ground her hips against him...
Tig became completely entranced, taking her advice and letting his hands travel up her thighs, over her dress, and to her ass - not noticing the playful, knowing look that she gave him.
The longer that his hands stayed on her, the easier it became for Sydney to forget that this ordeal had been for a purposeas her face fell and her eyes slipped shut.
Tig looked up at her with a smirk when he saw that she was enjoying this just as much as he was, leaning into her neck and inhaling her sweet scent. "Can't let him think that I'm not enjoying it, doll." He whispered against her skin when he felt her tense up, his silky voice sending shivers up her spine.
"You sayin' that you aren't?" She mused, her voice coming out in a moan as she rolled her hips against him even harder.
Tig flinched as the pressure increased, his grip tightening on her. "Not at all." He choked out.
She ran her fingers through his curls, ripping his head back as she dangerously ghosted her lips up his neck and over his face before sliding off of his lap and turning around, sitting back down so that her back was to him.
Tig's hands rested on her thighs as she looked Eric directly in the eye while grinding against him, stopping the second that the younger man stormed out of the bar. She spun around in his lap to retake her original seat, but Tig just stared at her - completely bewildered, and much harder than before.
Sydney smirked, winking at him before getting to her feet where she waltzed over to the dance floor, back to her group of crows. Even when she lost, she still won.
A few songs played and Sydney chuckled to herself as Tig stayed firmly planted on the couch with shock still plastered on his face. But her harmless chuckle turned to an evil laugh when she spotted Jax walking over...
"You here to dance with me, VP?" She asked sweetly with an innocent tilt of her head.
"Wouldn't be here for anything else, darlin'." He smirked.
Sydney grinned as Jax signalled for Half-Sack to play a different song as the two of them began putting on their show. Her arms were draped over his shoulders as his hands rested on her waist - which was much more controlled without the excess alcohol. She kept her back to Tig as they bumped and grinded, but she could feel his eyes on her.
"He's not lookin' too happy." Jax warned quietly in her ear - the close proximity making Tig look even more furious.
Sydney's lips curled up at his willingness to help her without even having to ask. It seemed that their little game of cat and mouse wasn't just torturing themselves - but those around them too. "Then I guess you've served your purpose." She grinned playfully.
Jax just smiled and shook his head. "Anytime, Princess." He trailed his hand down her side and pulled away.
Sydney winked before making her way back over to where Tig was making no effort to hide his stare. "Cheryl keep my spot warm for me while I was gone?" She teased as she retook her seat on his lap.
"Yeah. Same way that Jax did mine." His tone was venomous.
Sydney's lips twitched the tiniest bit, seeing his expression harden instantly - enough to scare her a little as she felt his hands on her much more possessively this time, leaning into her as he pressed her back up against the arm of the couch.
"I know what you're doin', Princess - and I don't like it." He sneered.
Sydney covered up her bit of fear with a smirk. "I think..." She looked down at her hands as she trailed her fingers up his chest, lifting her eyes slowly. "That you like it a little too much..." She stared at him, watching him search for an answer as he stared back. "Let's play another game, Sergeant." She cooed, breaking the tension.
"What one this time?" He asked in a dissociative tone - clearly still wrapped up in the moment.
Tonight's game would be that of perception - making bets on what would happen as they watched the encounters around them. The two played for over an hour, whispering and laughing to each other as they watched the scenes unfold. Sydney was impressed - even after his stunt at the wedding, Tig had proved to be much more intuitive than she'd thought as he correctly predicted reactions just as well as she did.
Tig sat with his arm around her waist, and his hand resting on her hip while his other hand that had been previously holding his beer was now empty, and had gotten significantly higher up her thigh. She still had her arm around his neck, but occasionally she would curl her hand around to touch his face, or twirl it in his curls while her other hand rested against his chest - a display that had scored more than a few scowls and wolf-whistles from the guys.
Sydney loved toying with a touch-starved Tig - feeling the way that he would tense, or hold her a little tighter when she moved - not minding the slight release that it gave her as well.
"Enough of this game. I wanna play a different game." His voice dropped an octave, now a husky whisper in her ear.
"Mmm and what game is that?" She taunted.
"I want you to open up those tightly sealed, pretty lips of yours, and tell me a secret - I'll tell you one in return." He spoke very close to her mouth, his facial hair tickling her neck just below her jaw.
Sydney took a shaky breath before licking her lips seductively. "You sure that's all you want me to open my lips for?" Feeling him shift beneath her, she reached up and caressed his neck, leaning in and brushing her mouth against the sensitive skin as she spoke in his ear. "I'll open my lips for you, Sergeant." She breathed out.
Tig's eyes closed as she spoke, flying open as he felt her lean back into a more bearable position where she lazily twirled her index finger over his kutte. "But... You already know me better than most of the people here, Tiggy."
"We both know that you're full of secrets, sweetheart." He scoffed.
"Well... I guess there is something that you don't know..." She mused, the intrigued look in his eye almost loosening her smirk prematurely. "You know those panties that I was wearing earlier?" She questioned with innocent eyes.
He flinched a little, the causal tone of her statement catching him off guard as he remembered the delicious sight of those dainty white panties under her dress, sitting snug between her juicy thighs like a damn school girl fantasy. "Yeah, I remember." He growled, inching his face closer to hers - his hand following as it traveled even higher up her thigh.
She unhooked her arm from around him, holding his face in both hands as she leant back slightly, bringing him even closer. "They're gone now." She whispered at his lips.
Tig tensed slightly before tightening his grip, sliding his hands down where he felt no pantyline under her dress. He felt his blood run cold. She had given him a lap dance without panties. She was sitting on his lap right now, without panties.
The pair didn't move, sitting frozen only inches away from one another as they stared at each other - trying to decide if now was finally the right time.
"I'm gonna take off." Sydney cut the tension, breaking eye contact as she looked down at his lips.
Tig looked down as his chest filled with discouragement - not with her, but with himself. He wanted nothing more than for her to stay, he wanted nothing more than to ask her to stay...
"Yeah... Yeah okay, Princess." He nodded, collecting his composure before he hoisted her up in his arms and carried her out to her car, smiling as she laughed the entire way.
"You sure you're good to drive, pussycat?" He asked with a raised brow as he set her down gently, making sure that she was steady on her feet.
"If I say no, do I get to spend another night in your room?" She asked playfully.
"You're real lucky that I respect you..." He scolded cryptically, but not cryptically enough - she knew exactly what he was getting at.
"I don't know if lucky is the word that I would use..." She shot him a cocky half-smirk as she got in the car and started the engine.
Tig hesitated before leaning down. "So am I really your favorite guy?" He asked with squinted eyes and a big toothy grin.
"See ya later, Sergeant" She smiled knowingly as she reversed out of her parking spot.
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Staying out late normally didn't cause issues for Sydney, but the tossing and turning that had occurred after her already late night with Tig had taken a major toll. She was dead tired - flopping down onto the couch in the TM office in hopes that she could get some rest during her lunch break. She eventually nodded off, coming to as she heard someone enter the room from the garage before being hit by a wave of the scent that she knew all too well, hearing his footsteps become much lighter once he noticed that she was asleep.
"Don't get any ideas, Tiggy." She teased with a smirk. She kept her eyes closed, but she swore that she could hear him smiling.
"How'd you know it was me?" He sounded surprised, but that consistent hint of playfulness was still laced in his tone. She didn't answer, just chortled knowingly. "You know, it's a good thing it was me comin' in here, doll. Not everyone is as noble as I am." He placed his hands on his hips as he nodded thoughtfully.
She chuckled as she opened her eyes slowly. "Ah yes, Tig Trager - the model gentleman." She mused.
Tig crossed over to the couch, lifting her legs to rest on his lap as he sat down. "Didn't know the army was recruitin'." He commented with a grin as he stroked up the camouflage, jogger-style pants that she was wearing.
Sydney ignored the goosebumps that erupted under his graze, pursing her lips and biting the inside of her cheek as she smiled at his joke. "Figured I'd get to you first. Can't have anyone snatching up the vet-turned-Sergeant." She slid her gold necklace back and forth as she grinned and bit her tongue, pressing the sole of her combat boot to his wrist where his U.S. Marines tattoo sat.
"I'm all about the service, darlin'." He shrugged. "Who's the tired one now?" He nudged her with a smirk.
"Shut up." She giggled. "I was just resting my eyes."
"Yeah." He scoffed. "That's what Chibby says too before he ends up snorin' like a chainsaw."
"I was not snoring!" She laughed, watching his brow raise as he looked at her with narrowing eyes. "Ugh, okay fine. Help me up." She lazily lifted her arms out to him, sliding her legs off his lap as he pulled her up to sit, but she was taken by surprise when he kept pulling until she ended up in his lap - straddling his thigh where his arms fell around her waist.
"You were supposed to be my motivation to get up, not stay." She whined, making no effort to get up as she rested her head against his shoulder.
"I'm tired too." Tig defended with his nose buried in her hair as he enjoyed a healthy dose of her coconut-lime scented shampoo before she made to pull away - inadvertently grinding her crotch along his thigh as a whimper escaped her lips.
They both froze, refusing to look at one another as they wondered if that had actually just happened. Sydney felt her breathing becoming shaky as his arms unwrapped from her waist and his hands tentatively trailed down her back.
"Tell me what more I gotta do today." He spoke distantly, hoping to distract her while his hands wandered over her hips and landed on her thighs, dragging down towards her knees slightly where he encouraged her to rock forward.
Sydney's body responded instantly - her eyes falling closed as the thought of what she was doing didn't even have time to reach her brain before she lifted her head and brought her hips towards his.
"Um. T-there's a shot tranny on a-a Honda." She all but whispered.
Once he was satisfied with her forward thrust, his grip released - his fingers curling slightly and urging her to push back. "What else, doll?" He whispered, brushing his nose against her collarbone before resting his cheek against her neck as his eyes closed.
"Uhm. There's-" She struggled breathlessly as she continued to lazily grind against him.
"Hmm?" He looked up at her. He could feel that she was clearly enjoying this as she sat hot against his leg - as if her gentle humming wasn't enough of an indicator.
Sydney moaned lightly rather than answering, feeling his hands tighten on her as he buried his face further into her neck. "Tiggy..." She whined as he continued to rock her against his leg.
"I know, babygirl..." He hushed her gently.
Sydney came back to earth when she heard a throat clear behind her, whipping her head around to see Dog - one of the mechanics - standing in the doorway with an eyebrow raised. "Honda's on the lift." He nodded to Tig who just gave him a curt nod and looked to the ground.
Sydney looked to his ring adorned fingers that were curled atop her thighs, smirking as she gave him a devious, fiery-eyed look before getting off his lap.
Dog hastily returned to the garage where Jax, Juice, and Half Sack were working. "Think I'm gonna have to take off before Tig has my ass..."
"Why?" Jax wrinkled his brows.
"Pretty sure I just cock-blocked him... The lucky son of a bitch." The large man scoffed with envy.
"What? In the office?" Jax was thoroughly confused before he managed to put it together that Sydney was working today. "Ah, shit..." A grin of amusement formed as he eyed the office door where a grumbling Tig emerged.
"C'mon, man." Tig sneered, throwing his hand up in frustration as he grit his teeth at the sight of the giggling men surrounding him before stomping over to his lift, rearranging the uncomfortable erection below his jeans as he did so.
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Songs for this chapter
Buttons - The Pussycat Dolls ft. Snoop Dogg
No One Like You - Scorpions
Watch Me Burn - Michele Morrone
Low - Flo Rida ft. T-Pain
Down On Me - Jeremih ft. 50 Cent
The Chain - Fleetwood Mac
My Oh My - Camila Cabello ft. DaBaby
Motivation - Kelly Rowland
Candy - Doja Cat
Private Dancer - Danny Fernandez & Belly
LoveGame - Lady Gaga
She Keeps Me Up - Nickelback